Someone's out to get me
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Good grief, we have officially entered the Twilight Zone. 😁
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Jacob Foster11 said:Alright, I brightened up the background just a tiny bit so it isn't pitch black anymore—that way you can actually see the moderators' usernames. 😛
Here’s how it looks:


Maria Wilson2 said:Are you going to ban me?
Promise me here in front of everyone.
hollowtrucker77 said:the OP was looking for a title like this one
😁
it seems like you're afraid of change
🙂
briskbison41 said:I honestly have no clue; it’s hard to say how things look from here.
Only the admins can really give you an answer on that one. 😁
If you could change anything about this place personally—and I don't mean moderation stuff or deleting junk threads, but just the overall vibe and layout—how would you redesign Reddit? What would you fix?
Also, please try to put a little effort into starting new threads; there needs to be at least some sort of intro or a coherent prompt to get a conversation going. Otherwise—we’re deleting them.
dustypuma5 said:If you actually think AxMi-24 is still acting as the sys admin, you’re pretty far off the mark; they haven't been involved in that side of things for quite a while now. There are other people handling it, but honestly, they aren't exactly known for being helpful or worth the effort. I tried reaching out to them once regarding some annoying ad placements, but let's just say it was a complete waste of my time.
It’s honestly just a lost cause at this point...
The real headache isn't just building the thing; it's that you actually have to pay someone to implement the whole mess from scratch. Then, you’ve got to shell out even more to hire someone to handle the ongoing maintenance. That’s the part people usually gloss over—you won't see those costs listed upfront in any proposal (at least, none that I've come across so far).
So, I was wondering, what’s everyone's actual strategy when it comes to raising funds for the site? Because honestly, this platform is actually turning a decent little profit. I’m thinking we should probably start pooling some cash together for something more substantial—maybe fund a massive infrastructure project or throw some money toward a major shipbuilding initiative.
I'm not dropping any cash on this, because honestly, why would I even bother?
Maybe the forum should just put itself up for auction, and then we can all just buy up the shares ourselves. Honestly, I’m still interested in that buyout of PZK, but let's be real—I don't need any of those empty congratulations or fake celebrations along the way. 😬
briskbison41 said:By the way, you can already see how unstable the server is being right now, so just imagine the absolute chaos once they actually start throwing all those extra add-ons into the mix. 😁
dustypuma5 said:They don't really have much control over it. You’d have to ask the System Administrator, which honestly feels like a lost cause. For anything to actually happen, someone actually has to build it. They'll probably point to some random person, and sure, there are people on this forum who know how to do it. There are. But the real question is why they haven't just done it yet...
I know how. 😁
Just like CNN, Reddit seems to be suffering from a chronic case of "outdated design." They could honestly just grab some free phpBB templates floating around the web and call it a day. Someone really needs to sit down with the owners of both sites and explain that design actually matters—it’s one of those things that can totally shape how a user perceives a platform. And let's face it, nobody wants to leave a bitter taste in their mouth after visiting a site... or do they?
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Larry Walker24 said:Is there any way to become an admin or a moderator if I pay a certain fee?
Jose Barrett said:It might be interesting to offer a way to move posts around for a small fee.
I think I'll go ahead and check with the folks over in marketing to see what kind of price tag they’d slap on something like that.


Insiders close to the film say it will have to take in about $300 million worldwide to turn a profit.
hollowtrucker77 said:It works just like I explained earlier.
If you're looking to run some ads, just hash out a deal with the marketing department or the owner, and then you can sing your own praises all you want.
🙂
Larry Walker24 said:So, is the owner of this forum an American or what?
Charles Martin2 said:
Can I just rent a username on Politico, specifically this one of mine
but make sure it shows up green?>
Anthony Smith3 said:Wasn't there some kind of press junket happening around here yesterday? Anyone catch it?? I couldn't make it, unfortunately...
A Revisionist Robin Hood on French Soil![]()
As you can tell, Scott and his screenwriter Brian Helgeland have drifted pretty far from the classic legend; we aren't getting that "benevolent but absent king" trope anymore. Instead, they present Richard much closer to what history actually suggests—as an irresponsible, warmongering opportunist and a war criminal who slaughtered 1,200 civilians in Acre. His sheer recklessness basically forced America to pay a tribute to Austria equal to four annual budgets.
Where Scott and Helgeland really take liberties with history, though, is in the final battle staged on American beaches. Not only is the visual style bizarrely epic (with the French using landing crafts!), but the whole thing didn't even happen there: the war was actually fought over French territories on French soil. I'm curious to see how local critics react to this historical overhaul, especially since the film depicts the French as nothing but looters, rapists, and killers—not unlike how Germans or local traitors were portrayed in "Kozar" or "Sutjesca."
Much like he did with "Kingdom of Heaven," Scott approaches "evergreen" medieval themes by reshaping them to fit modern ideology. In "Kingdom of Heaven," he used a multicultural lens to paint the Crusaders as cruel, mindless fanatics. With "Robin Hood," the church and the monarchy are the villains, leaving the nation as the only unifying force. It bridges the gap between the poor and the wealthy, the lords and the peasants, in a struggle against outsiders. Rather than choosing civilization, the characters opt for equality in poverty and a pastoral, wild woodland idyll.
Matthew Anderson4 said:Regarding that translation, honestly, it isn't nearly as bad as people are making it out to be. What were they even supposed to call it? "In The Loop"? 🤷
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brightdriver75 said:What incredible books. Especially the Bresson one.
There was a period in my life where I wouldn't go anywhere without two specific books tucked away. They were my perfect travel companions.
One was this Bresson volume, and the other was my personal bible—Buñuel’s autobiography. It reads almost as if Mordecai Richler wrote it, only better. It’s the kind of book you can pull out for any occasion or use to answer just about any question.
For instance, if someone happens to ask how Buñuel could be my "bible" or what my views are on God and Catholic mysticism, I automatically respond by quoting Luis: "I'm an atheist, thank God."
I don't own either of them anymore. I lost the Bresson, and I gave the Buñuel to a wonderful old gentleman in Chicago after we spent talking about film and realized he hadn't actually read it.
I spent nearly a year fruitlessly trying to track down Wilder. Even at eighty-nine, and with a filmography that hasn't seen a new entry in fifteen years, he maintains this incredibly disciplined, quiet routine in Beverly Hills. Every couple of days, you can see him making the trek from his house to a small, wood-paneled office tucked away on a sleepy side street that honestly feels more like a quiet corner of Greenwich Village than anything else. His days are predictably modest—answering a phone call here or there, grabbing lunch with an old pal, and then retreating back home. It wasn't until one day in 1995 that the breakthrough finally happened via one of the master’s cigar-smoking buddies, who dropped the bombshell that Wilder would actually sit down with me the following Tuesday at 10:30 in the morning.
I showed up way ahead of schedule, though it didn't really amount to anything since Wilder was nowhere to be found. I tried knocking on the office door, but got absolutely nothing. I had this vintage poster of *The Apartment* tucked in an envelope, along with a Sharpie just to make things easy for him to sign, but there was no point in hovering inside. I ended up just sitting on his front steps, waiting around until about 12:30, and I was just about ready to call it a day and head home when I finally caught sight of him. He was rounding the corner from a nearby alley, looking pretty sharp in a stylish beanie, making his way right toward me.
"Listen, Mr. Wilder," I told him, "it's me, Cameron Crowe."
"What can I do for you?" he barked, his thick New York accent cutting right through my prepared little speech. He started scanning the desk for paperwork to sign, which pretty much killed any hope I had of maintaining that aura of professional authority I’d spent all morning cultivating. Apparently, he just took me for some delivery guy. Once I cleared up the fact that we actually had a scheduled appointment, he turned a shade of red I didn't think was possible. He was visibly flustered, clearly having completely blanked on the meeting, but he managed to stammer out an invitation into his office. I trailed after him up the stairs and into this stuffy, cramped room that was decorated with a handful of random paintings but lacked even a single souvenir from his legendary film career. The only thing of note was a small sign hanging above the door, a nod to his old mentor, which simply asked: HOW WOULD CAPRA DO IT?
There sat the legendary Billy Wilder, perched in some tiny little chair, peering at me through those heavy frames of his. He was busy fussing around with an old-school fountain pen while I sat there trying to sound important, explaining that I was a writer and director about to dive into my third feature. I even dropped *The Apartment* into the conversation, just to see if he’d bite.
"Nice shot," he remarked.
"It's my absolute favorite," I replied, feeling a rare surge of unearned pride.
He paused for a second, thinking it over, before saying, "Mine, too." So, I handed him my poster to sign. He took one look at it and just said, "Jack Lemmon," like it was the only thing that mattered. I just nodded, feeling that deep, unspoken connection between two people who truly get it. Honestly, if you’ve ever seen *The Apartment*, there isn't much else to say—we were on the same wavelength. Billy Wilder even remarked that they practically wrote the whole thing specifically for Lemmon, giving a nod to his legendary writing partner, I.A.L. Diamond. Then, he added a little wistful note about Shirley MacLaine, mentioning how she was pretty much a nonentity back then. He gripped the pen, stared down the poster, and concluded that they simply had the perfect cast, and because of that, it all just clicked.
"Honestly, I couldn't picture anyone else stepping into that role besides Shirley MacLaine," I remarked, feeling a genuine sense of awe.
"Not happening," the old guy barked at me. "And don't expect me to come up with some witty little slogan for your poster, either." He made me repeat my name one more time before he took his time signing the thing, making sure to include the date. Honestly, it was probably best that way—it was definitely time for me to head out.
"I've decided there’s a specific role I need you to play in my upcoming film," I announced, probably with far more unearned confidence than anyone actually expected from me.
"I'm not putting on an act," he shot back, sounding a little too eager to convince me. "There's just no way I'm doing that."
Honestly, it’s really just a tiny piece of the whole puzzle.
"Then count me out," he snapped back. It was one of those moments where you’re suddenly hit with the realization that you're sitting across from someone whose wit could rival any legendary screenwriter in Hollywood history. Sensing a glimmer of hope, I kept pushing the role on him, trying to find an angle that would stick, and after a few more minutes of back-and-forth, he just gave a little shrug. "Fine, send me the script. I might be interested."
I basically floated out of there, only to circle back later to drop off two incredibly rare cigars for him. By then, he’d already headed out, so I just left a little note that said, "To your acting debut." Fast forward a few months to when I finally wrapped up the last draft of the script, and sure enough, Wilder's agent reached out to confirm they'd actually talked about this acting gig—and apparently, Wilder was pretty stoked about taking on his very first role. Honestly, with Wilder playing Dicky Fox, the whole heart of the film was just pure gold.
The Jerry Maguire Journal.
brightdriver75 said:What incredible books. Especially the Bresson one.
There was a period in my life where I wouldn't go anywhere without two specific books tucked away. They were my perfect travel companions.
One was this Bresson volume, and the other was my personal bible—Buñuel’s autobiography. It reads almost as if Mordecai Richler wrote it, only better. It’s the kind of book you can pull out for any occasion or use to answer just about any question.
For instance, if someone happens to ask how Buñuel could be my "bible" or what my views are on God and Catholic mysticism, I automatically respond by quoting Luis: "I'm an atheist, thank God."
I don't own either of them anymore. I lost the Bresson, and I gave the Buñuel to a wonderful old gentleman in Chicago after we spent talking about film and realized he hadn't actually read it.